SS.1 Kushida Kikyō - Dilemma.
It's been a month and a half since I joined this school. Since I arrived at this prestigious academy, unexpected events have happened that I hadn't planned for. I never expected things to get out of my control within the first month here.
Exposed, with my mask torn off, and threatened by someone I never thought would be a problem, this isn't what I came here for.
Nakatomi Hiroki—a highly unpredictable person. So far, I'm still not sure how he found out about that incident from my old school. I suspect that Horikita might've spilled it, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
How he got that information doesn't matter. Now I'm stuck with him, and no matter how hard I try to think of a way out, I can't find one. Even my threat to Nakatomi, that I'd bring down the entire class if he pushed me, doesn't seem to faze him one bit.
Even though I'm not obligated to obey him, cooperating with him hasn't been all bad. At least, not up to now, but who knows what could happen in the future. Not to mention the fact that Nakatomi-kun could have held onto the blackmail just as insurance, but the idiot went ahead and erased it. I found that action stupid, but then again, I know Nakatomi isn't stupid, so he must have some plan, and honestly, just thinking about it gives me a headache.
He could've kept me on a leash and ordered me to do anything, knowing I'd comply to protect my social life, but he didn't. He hasn't ordered me to do anything that could put my social standing at risk, and he hasn't even tried to take advantage of me.
Sure, I've caught Nakatomi checking me out a few times, but he has surprising self-control and doesn't look at me with that disgusting leer like those idiots Ike-kun and Yamauchi-kun. Those two should just die, those filthy pigs.
And despite the tired look Nakatomi always has, I can't deny he's better-looking than many of our classmates. Not the most handsome, but he's definitely ranked high.
Tch. That bastard, making me think about him like this.
Anyway, contrary to what I expected, cooperating with Nakatomi hasn't been that bad. I've gotten to know him a lot better. He's actually pretty nice, even if he's an idiot who managed to blackmail me. But he also knows when to drop the niceness, and he can be clever, calculating, manipulative, and cold.
I can think of a lot of things to call Nakatomi, but if there's one thing I know for sure about him, it's that he isn't naive. And I'm not talking about being naive toward people but about the world in general. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given that the guy's an orphan. Who knows what Nakatomi-kun has seen in his messed-up life as an orphan, but whatever it was, it took that naivety away.
Not many people notice it, but if you look into his eyes long enough, and if you've picked up some of the darkness of the world yourself, you can tell there's a coldness behind that lazy gaze.
A clear example of that is that no matter how much I insult someone, whether it's his friend or some stranger, or no matter how viciously I curse them, Nakatomi always just gives me this amused, indifferent look in response.
Which is actually pretty freeing. Having someone to vent to without worrying about the consequences makes my chest and shoulders feel a lot lighter. Not to mention, slapping the palms of that bastard is pretty satisfying.
With a smile on my face, I finished getting ready and headed to the school grounds. After another day ended, as usual, the students began to leave the classroom since there was no longer any reason to stay there.
Nakatomi and I had planned to go out with a few of the girls from our class. The girls had been pestering me about wanting to get to know Nakatomi better since he was pretty popular among them. A lot of them just wanted to see what he was like. So, I asked him to come with me to get them off my back. Annoying bitches, all of them; why couldn't they be more like the sweet Mii-chan and Inogashira? They were the only girls I could stand, the only ones I'd never had any malicious thoughts about.
Honestly, it's a shame I can't be friends with them. With how rotten my personality was, they'd dump me like everyone else did at my old school, no matter how much I'd done for those ungrateful idiots.
At least I have Nakatomi on my side. I can trust him, at least enough to know he won't get disgusted with me, even though he knows about my rotten side.
Just as we were about to head to Café Pallet, a voice called out before we could go any further—or rather, called out to the bastard standing next to me.
"Nakatomi. Wait a moment."
"Hm?" Nakatomi murmured, thoughtfully as he turned to face the person who had called him. Curiously, I did the same, and to my surprise, it was none other than Chabashira-sensei, holding a folder in her hands.
Keeping my friendly smile on, I tilted my head in a show of adorable curiosity, though inside, I was annoyed that she'd interrupted our trip to Café Pallet. I could only hope this wasn't bad news.
"I need you to come with me. It's an urgent matter," Chabashira-sensei said.
"Sensei… why do you need to talk to Nakatomi-kun? Did he do something wrong?" I asked, looking at her as I tried to gather some information. What could sensei want with Nakatomi? She rarely got involved with the students, so this scene unfolding was unexpected.
I could only fume at that idiot Nakatomi, hoping he hadn't done anything wrong—or worse, that they hadn't found out about our recent move against Class C. Despite the anger and frustration bubbling up inside, I quickly calmed myself and looked Nakatomi in the eye.
Nakatomi still had his usual lazy look, and when he noticed my stare, he just shrugged. Although he didn't say anything directly, his look seemed to tell me not to worry about this recent matter. So I did; I relaxed, trusting that Nakatomi had it all under control. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity about what it could be.
"I'll tell you when we get somewhere private to talk. Besides, Kushida doesn't need to come with us since this is a matter for Nakatomi," Chabashira-sensei replied.
"But…" I started to insist, ready to protest, but Nakatomi shook his head immediately, so I reluctantly gave up. If it was something important, he'd tell me soon enough, so I just had to wait.
I could only sigh and watch as he walked away. All I could do was fume over Nakatomi not being by my side, hoping the girls wouldn't complain too much about his absence after I'd told them he'd be joining us.
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Upon reaching Nakatomi-kun's door, I let out a tired sigh. After all the drama I'd had to endure today, the last thing I wanted was another tedious chat. But for some reason, I knew that talking to him would be… different. I knocked on the door, and when he opened it, I walked right in. I took off my shoes, leaving only my black socks, and set my jacket and tie on one of the chairs before turning toward him.
He was there with his usual calm expression as if nothing really mattered to him. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Nakatomi-kun, I hope you have a good reason for leaving me alone," I said with a sarcastic tone, crossing my arms. "You have no idea what kind of hell I had to endure today."
He gave me a look of amused concern, then shrugged as if he genuinely didn't care.
"Chabashira-sensei asked to talk to me," Nakatomi reminded me, keeping that nonchalant air. "But I'm sure you could handle them. After all, you keep dealing with Ike and Yamauchi."
I scoffed, knowing he was right, though there wasn't much I could do about it. I couldn't help being annoyed with Chabashira-sensei for sticking her nose into our business. Still, I wasn't about to let the matter slide easily.
"I'm telling you, it was unbearable," I said, letting it all out as I flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Today, that witch Karuizawa started her games. We were with Mii-chan, and of course, that brat Kei began her passive-aggressive comments, as always." I felt myself tensing up just recalling the scene, clenching my fist tightly. "She had her usual idiot friends Shinohara and Satō backing her up, throwing snide remarks, and laughing at us. I just wanted to grab her by the hair and yank her to the ground!"
I spoke with such intensity that I felt a vein in my forehead tense up with rage. For a second, my hand clenched into a fist, wishing I had something to punch. I sighed, feeling the tension leave my shoulders as I settled deeper into his bed, letting the frustration dissipate a little.
"But anyway, you know how I am. Always the nice girl, right?" I said with a mocking smile. "I went into 'perfect girl' mode and defended Mii-chan without letting those idiots realize how much I wanted to scream at them." I stared at the ceiling, exhausted. "Sometimes, I don't know how I do it, honestly. Karuizawa and her minions are a pack of insufferable idiots. I wish someone would put them in their place."
Nakatomi, who had remained silent while I spoke, gave a slight smile, then commented in an almost indifferent tone, "It's interesting that you care so much about Mii-chan, considering how you treat others," he said with a teasing look.
I looked at him, a bit surprised. That he'd noticed made me feel… I don't know, as if he were seeing right through me. I frowned.
"How did you figure that out?" I asked, a bit incredulous and maybe even curious. "Most of the idiots here don't even realize I like Mii-chan… but of course, you somehow know. As always, you're a terrifying bastard, Nakatomi-kun," I said with a sarcastic smile.
He shrugged, smiling in that teasing, ironic way of his.
"It's obvious if you know what to look for," Nakatomi replied. "With Mii-chan and… Inogashira, you're different. Less tense. You don't overdo it, you're not as mindful of every word you say. Your smile looks more genuine with them."
I opened my eyes wide, feeling almost exposed. Had he really noticed that much? Had I left some gap in my act without realizing it? I mentally reviewed my interactions with Mii-chan and Kokoro, trying to spot a slip-up, but nothing came to mind. In the end, I could only sigh and give a bitter laugh.
"You really are an observer to the point of being creepy, Nakatomi-kun," I muttered. "I don't know if that should comfort or scare me."
He simply nodded, with that enigmatic smile that made me feel like he was playing with me, without saying it directly.
"It must have been difficult to keep up appearances in such a tense situation, but in the end, you managed, so you should be satisfied with that."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes with an ironic smile.
"I suppose… And yeah, I think it was worth it. Because honestly, only Kokoro and Mii-chan are bearable in this damn school, aside from you," I said, looking at him and sighing. "At least you understand what it's like dealing with idiots and pretending."
Nakatomi smiled but said nothing. After getting that off my chest, I waited a second, then held my hands out in fists, looking expectantly.
"Well, you know what time it is now. Let's go, palms… Or do I have to remind you?" I said, annoyed at how long he was taking when I was itching to hit something.
But instead of extending his hands as usual, he looked at me with a slightly different smile, almost intrigued.
"Not today. Today…" Nakatomi leaned forward a bit, crossing his arms. "How about I try something more effective?"
I blinked, looking at him confused. "What do you mean by 'more effective'?"
He looked at me like it was the most normal thing in the world. "A massage?" he suggested calmly.
I was speechless for a moment, my face heating up as I blinked in disbelief. The mere idea made me recoil a bit, but then I regained my composure and gave him a challenging smile.
"Listen, Nakatomi-kun, you're lucky I actually need one pretty badly…" I said, smiling in a way that was both sweet and threatening. "…But if you try anything weird or perverted… you're in for a good hit, understood?" I smiled at him innocently but with a wicked edge.
To my surprise, he simply shrugged, as calm as ever, before commenting, "Don't worry, Kushida. I only want to help."
His tone was so genuine it almost made me doubt him, and although the idea seemed crazy, I admit that after today, I really could use a bit of relief. I sighed, looking at him warily.
"All right, Nakatomi-kun. But remember what I said," I warned him.
I sat at the edge of the bed, feeling a bit tense, as he positioned himself behind me and began massaging my shoulders. As soon as his hands started pressing on my tense muscles, I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. The relief was immediate.
"I knew you needed it," Nakatomi murmured softly.
"Don't get too cocky," I replied, but my tone wasn't threatening anymore—it was genuine relief.
I wouldn't say it out loud, but I was happy to have a friend like Nakatomi. Despite how our first impressions had turned out, what came after was what really mattered.
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SS.2 Ayanokōji Kiyotaka - White Room and Confrontation.
A pure, immaculate white.
This is the setting that awaits the children of the White Room every day. From the walls to the floors and ceiling, the facility we have lived in for as long as we can remember has remained unchanged, no matter how much time has passed.
If it weren't for the fact that the tests we had to undergo were different each day, along with the various tools and equipment that came and went, I might almost feel like the same day was repeating itself over and over again.
However, for the children of the White Room, this white decor has become something we've gotten used to… or rather, we were forced to get used to it.
After all, once you enter the White Room, no one leaves until they become an "exceptional person." Of course, as far as generations go, there has only been one person aside from me who was considered exceptional.
Sleepy Kuro.
A member of the third generation who delivered satisfactory results for the White Room. The "demonic generation," also known as the fourth generation, would hear stories about Sleepy. The instructors' praise made many of the boys and girls of the fourth generation envious of him.
Time passed, and I became another person who delivered exceptional results for the White Room. But one day, a rumor was heard about the death of Sleepy Kuro. Apparently, he met the same fate as all the children of the White Room. A shame; I would have liked to meet him.
The children of the White Room were pushed to their limits, and even if they passed the tests, they were pushed even further to see how far they could break.
In reality, perhaps being treated like a toy would be generous for the children of the White Room. After all, even toys are treated with care for a time.
It would be better to say that the children are considered guinea pigs… no, tools. Something to test and use until it loses its purpose.
This is the true nature of the White Room. Human rights and human dignity wouldn't even be put in the same sentence as the White Room unless it was to note the lack of them. If the public ever found out about its existence, I'm sure there would be riots.
However, in a way, I'm grateful that they treated us as tools. The very lack of human dignity that the White Room was known for led me to where I am now.
In fact, after a while, the tests became so easy that they hardly required any effort to complete. During those moments, because I didn't have to focus too much on the tests, I sometimes felt the presence of people behind the glass in the testing room, making me almost 100% sure it was a two-way mirror.
I was curious. What was behind the glass? I know that the people behind it are usually researchers, but sometimes I sensed more presence than usual.
There are many reasons why there could have been more people. It could mean that some higher-ups of the facility were watching or that there were more researchers than usual reviewing the tests. However, I was almost sure that, at certain points, the increase in presence came from guests from outside the facility.
The reason I was sure there were guests was because I could feel a different kind of gaze directed at me before the presence of the person directing that gaze moved to another part of the facility.
The gaze was different from the usual looks I felt from the researchers who only saw us as tools and test subjects. I didn't know what kind of gaze they were giving me, but… it made me start to think about the outside.
By outside, I mean outside the facility. Of course, I had a theoretical understanding of the outside world from all the studies we were given within the facility, but it was different from actually experiencing it.
What kind of people are out there? What kind of expressions do they make? Is society really the same? What kind of lives do people lead? Why do people often perform such inefficient actions?
These kinds of questions about the outside often filled my head. Of course, during the tests, I would concentrate on making sure I passed. But during periods when there were no tests, when I was alone, my thoughts would wander to the outside.
For some time, my thoughts eventually turned into desires.
I want to be free. I want to experience a normal life outside. I want to find the answers to all the questions I can't solve while I'm here in this facility.
These desires, carefully hidden from the researchers, slowly made me lose my attachment to the White Room. One day, when the White Room was temporarily closed, these desires led me to take a risk, and with Matsuo's help, I managed to escape.
Of course, at the time, I didn't know how much my life would change because of that action.
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Two months, one week and two days have passed since I enrolled at ANHS. The school had a high employment rate and boasted the best facilities and opportunities of any high school in Japan.
Unfortunately, this made every student believe that—until May 1st when Class D barely survived thanks to the actions of a certain person.
For me, however, this wasn't so important.
I had a major reason for choosing this school. At this high school, contact with family outside is prohibited. A place where not even that man could reach me, even with his political power.
That's why I chose this school. To be free from all obligations.
Isn't freedom the best thing? I can eat, sleep, and play whenever I want. With no one to order me around, I can graduate in peace.
I can redo… no, start over. A new beginning, a new life.
Anyway, I plan to have a fun student life from now on.
Or so I thought before the seemingly "perfect" student known as Horikita barged into my life. It all started with Chabashira-sensei sharing my grades to manipulate Horikita and get her interested in me. A troublesome, meddling woman.
At least this month of July has been fairly quiet, and we were able to earn some points as a class. I looked at my watch; I had to meet with a certain person because they wanted to talk to me about something very important. But I had no idea what they wanted to discuss.
Nakatomi Hiroki. A strange and complicated person to understand. We haven't interacted much, just a few times. But from the small amount we've spoken, I can tell he's the smartest person in Class D—behind me, of course. But for some reason, he doesn't like attention from other people.
He, unlike Horikita, has made quite a few allies. For example, I've noticed that Kushida, Hirata, and Matsushita are the people he's interacted with the most since we started at the school. He's also not arrogant and doesn't seem to underestimate or belittle those around him.
Despite the lazy and relaxed aura that surrounds him, I can tell it's just a ploy to make his enemies drop their guard and underestimate him. His calculating eyes always wander, taking note of every detail around him.
I don't know all of Nakatomi's capabilities. But there's something familiar about his eyes. Although I'm certain the first time I saw Nakatomi was during class introductions, the thought that came to mind made no sense. And though I haven't heard of any other escape, one could never be too sure.
That's why I was always on guard with him. He's someone who completely caught my attention. I've been watching him from a distance and noticed that recently, he injured his right ankle. He's pretty good at hiding it from others, even though his skin is bruised or swollen, and he barely flinches when he walks.
You have to be a keen observer to notice it.
Anyway, as I arrived at room 388, the person who had called me was Nakatomi. Once there, I rang the bell.
I sighed.
I wonder what he wants to talk about.
The door to Nakatomi's room opened. He was dressed casually, nothing attention-grabbing, and when he saw me, he smiled.
"Ah. Kiyotaka... Can I call you that?" he asked me, somewhat nervously.
Hmm. Strange, is he nervous? It's not the first time I've seen him act this way, but even so…
"I don't really mind. If that's the case, then I can call you Hiroki, right?" I replied in my usual monotone voice.
"Sure, that's fine with me... come in, then. By the way, would you like tea or coffee?" he asked as he walked toward the small kitchen in his room.
"Tea would be fine."
Once I took off my shoes, I entered his room. I quickly used the chair by the desk to sit down and wait.
"So, what did you want to talk about, Hiroki?"
Hiroki came over with a cup of tea and placed it on the desk near where I sat.
"Before you drink the tea, I want to tell you why I called you here," Hiroki warned me.
Was what he was about to tell me really that important? I couldn't help but find all this increasingly suspicious.
I said nothing as I waited for him to continue.
"See, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, I know everything about you. I know you're not a typical student because of your upbringing. It wasn't exactly normal."
My upbringing? He doesn't mean… No, that's impossible. He shouldn't know where I come from. But judging by the conversation and a feeling in the pit of my stomach, I sensed this wasn't good.
"What do you mean? My upbringing was completely normal and dull. That's why I'm a promising student. So I'm not sure what you're referring to. Can you rephrase?" I played dumb.
"Stop pretending. You know better than anyone that an ordinary life isn't possible for a student of the White Room, Kiyotaka... or should I say, Masterpiece, the sole survivor of the fourth generation."
My body tensed, and my eyes widened slightly in shock before quickly returning to normal.
How?
I'm sure I've never seen him in my life. Was he one of the people watching me through the glass? I had no idea. But judging by his tone, he wasn't lying; he knew me. And I didn't know to what extent he understood me.
"You..." My teeth clenched softly, though it went unnoticed because my flat lips concealed it.
Hiroki raised his hands in a panic. "Look, man, I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you that I'm on your side. Or at least, I'm not your enemy. I also have no intention of telling anyone about what we've discussed."
"Wouldn't it be better if you did?" I asked with clear suspicion.
If he's not going to expose me to anyone, then what's the point of this conversation? I don't believe a word he's saying. I still can't rule out the possibility that he's a threat to my school life.
"No, man," Hiroki quickly shook his head. "Look, I know you long for a peaceful life, and I can assure you that I don't want to disturb you. The reason I'm telling you this is because I have great respect and admiration for you. You know some people have made a cult in your name?"
Huh?
What is he talking about? This no longer makes any logical sense. Also, how does he know there's a cult about me? And how did it even form in the first place? It's not like anyone watching through the glass could spread rumors about the White Room and create a cult about someone. Unless other generations had something to do with it.
I sighed, setting the thought aside. But what's most unsettling is that he isn't lying. I scratched my head, not understanding why anyone would create a cult about me.
"You say you're on my side. But what do you mean by that?"
Hiroki covered his face to hide his embarrassed blush for some reason. Wait, don't tell me he...
"Well, as I said before, I have great respect for you and your abilities. I know you're far superior to others; even I couldn't beat you, despite my skills. You're on a completely different level, and that's what I admire, you know? But I noticed that Chabashira-sensei is interested in you and wants to force you to help elevate our class to the top," Hiroki explained.
Phew, that was close. For a moment, I thought he was switching sides. It's good to see that wasn't his reason.
Chabashira-sensei, huh? But even if he's warning me, I don't see how it benefits him to tell me all this. Even if he admires me so much and claims that's his reason for revealing this, there must be a reason behind it.
"Why are you telling me this? Or, better put, what do you want by telling me all this?" I asked.
Hiroki scratched his head, letting out a small nervous laugh. "Well... the truth is, I made some sort of contract with Chabashira-sensei to reach Class A, so I'd like you to let me know when you plan something. I don't want our strategies to counteract each other," he explained.
That makes some sense, but something doesn't add up. Wouldn't he have an advantage over me if he kept this to himself? He'd know about me, but I wouldn't know about him, which would allow him to create plans around me to ensure our strategies don't clash. Not that I plan on actively participating in the class battle, but I might lend a hand now and then.
Hiroki then sighed. "I know you won't believe me, but I also just want you to give me a chance."
"A chance?"
"Yes, man. I know your upbringing was tough. I understand that you think your past wasn't so bad, but it still left you emotionally stunted. So…" Hiroki pointed at me with determination in his gaze. "I'll show you what true friendship between men means. You might not see what I see, but the life you're living is pretty sad and monotonous. I'll at least challenge your silly ideology that everyone is a tool. What's the point of living if you can't enjoy it because you can't feel things like happiness or sadness?"
The meaning of life, huh? I couldn't help but reflect on his words. Logically, it shouldn't matter. I can live my life as I want, and as long as I always win in the end, everything should be fine. But... would that life be fulfilling?
I sighed, looking at Hiroki.
Friends, huh? It's still a strange concept to me. I selfishly wanted to make friends I could trust because that's what a normal high school student would do. I even went so far as to pretend to be someone I'm not, adapting to what an average student would do—and failing in the process.
I'm not a normal person, and I know it, but still, I wanted to pretend I was. I know myself better than anyone; I know how flawed and foolish I am for trying to hide my abilities. But I wanted to selfishly live the peaceful life that was taken from me.
Hiroki wasn't lying about what he said. Even his determination to achieve his goal is impressive. But what surprised me most was that he also knew the ideology that was instilled in me from a young age, to see people as tools.
So, if what he says is true, I'll give him a chance to prove it. Nakatomi has piqued my curiosity. Let's see how far he's willing to go to achieve his newly claimed goal.
"Why should I trust you?" I gave him a chance to explain himself. Depending on his response, I could determine if he's a threat or not.
"Trust doesn't work like that, and you know it. To trust someone, you have to earn their trust. I'll prove that I'm trustworthy. Just give me the chance, please… Kiyotaka," Hiroki replied.
I sighed. "Fine. I'll give you that chance, but that doesn't mean I trust what you're saying. Try anything suspicious, and you'll regret it," I warned.
My school life had only just begun. And already, someone at school knew about me and where I came from.
Hiroki gave a military salute. "I won't let you down, Kiyotaka-sama!"
Huh?
"Why are you calling me that? It's quite odd, and besides, I'd prefer if you didn't call me that—it would draw unnecessary attention," I commented.
Hiroki shrugged. "Honestly, I don't really know why. But '-sama' is usually used for people you admire or respect. Plus, I've never used it on anyone, and I found your reaction amusing, so I think I'll keep using it," he said, giving me a teasing look. "At least I didn't give you an embarrassing nickname."
A more embarrassing nickname? I sighed. Having him call me "-sama" was already a bit ridiculous, but since I was used to my butler addressing me that way, I couldn't summon the energy to protest. And honestly, something inside told me I didn't want to find out what embarrassing nickname Hiroki had in mind. If he wasn't joking about admiring and respecting me, then I could imagine it might be far worse than just the suffix.
With a resigned sigh, I said, "Fine, but only when we're alone."
Hiroki made a playful face, raising his eyebrows childishly. It was strange to see this childish behavior, given how he acted at school. But I suppose he prefers to reserve it for himself or for people he feels comfortable with.
"Oh, and you can go ahead and drink your tea now, Kiyotaka-sama," Hiroki reminded me.
After that, we talked about class matters—or rather, he filled me in on some things he was handling within the class, and I must admit, I was impressed by what he was doing. The way he speaks and explains things is very similar to the students from the White Room.
Nakatomi Hiroki. Could he be one of them? I wasn't certain, but it was a suspicion. It would explain why he knows about me, why he's aware of the intense training we received, and even the ideology they instill in all the children of the White Room—or at least try to.
He explained the attack Ryūen had planned against our class and how he'd thought of defending against it. I can say with confidence that Hiroki is no ordinary student. His abilities are far above average, and he isn't afraid of getting hurt if it means he can gain something from it.
I had thought Horikita was one of the most promising students in Class D. But I was completely wrong. Hiroki far surpasses Horikita by a considerable margin, both academically and athletically, if the video evidence he showed me is entirely accurate.
The school has a manual, huh? I'll certainly investigate that later.
At this moment, I looked at the person sitting across from me as he shared a few amusing stories from the past few days.
Who are you really, Nakatomi Hiroki?